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Morning!

How'd you sleep?

Okay.

You're lying, Victoria Joan.

It's just it's been two days and Darby won't return my call.

She'll come around. Give her some time.

I said some awful things, Billy.

You told her the truth.

I don't think she was ready to hear it.

Well, she's a grown-up!

With a car, and a business,

and a pizza loyalty card.

I just never wanted to destroy her image of her father.

You didn't destroy it, you clarified it.

There's a difference.

I don't know, I...

What's this?

"A true masterpiece." Is this from our first date?

Oh, hey, hey, just...

What? It's...

Careful with that!

Okay...

It's just this is, um...

This photo's valuable.

Oh!

Uh, I'm s... I'm sorry.

I'm an idiot. I overreacted.

There's been a lot of that going around.

Look, why don't you call Darby?

Who knows, maybe she's ready to talk.

Okay.

Whoa, am I in the Upside-Down?

Darby Spencer actually woke up before me?

Hey.

I couldn't sleep.

Does it still count?

Mm-hm!

It is so beautiful here.

How could you have hated coming here as a kid?

Well, my dad had a strict

"no video games" rule at the cottage.

But, uh...

I fixed that!

- Nice! - Yeah, thanks.

With this view, he was onto something.

I could stay here forever.

Yeah, about that.

I was sorta thinking we could head back today.

Things are piling up at the winery

and the reception's terrible up here.

We can't leave yet!

Weren't you just saying how beautiful it is?

Don't you think it's time you sorted things out with your mom?

No!

She lied to me about my dad for 16 years

and wrote all about it in her first book.

Mm, parents lying to their children?

Yeah, no, I... I know nothing about that...

I'm just saying, she had her reasons.

You can't discount everything good she's done

because of one big lie.

Someone very wise once told me that.

Oh, okay...

Do you have some kind of neural link with her?

Des, trust me. It's for the best.

My mom and I are never, ever getting back together.

- Okay. - Ever.

Mm-hm.

Hey, you've reached Darby Spencer

of The Spencer Sisters Detective Agency.

She probably isn't up yet.

Listen, there's a gallery showing up at Cedar Ridge today.

Young Iranian artist.

You'd love her.

Why don't we head up there?

Sure.

- Come with me, quick! - What?

- Quick, quick, quick! - What is it? What...

- Come on! - What is it?

- Go, go! - Who is it?

What's happening? Where?

Go, go!

- Get in, get in! - What?

Whatever you do, stay quiet!

Whatever happens, don't say a word.

Oh, hey, look, it's the goon squad.

Okay...

Oof!

Oww!

Well, James, here we are again.

Hey, Vasily.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Where is The Alchemist?

Alchemist?

I don't know.

Make him talk, please.

What?

Seriously?!

Fine, search the place.

Hey!

Help me with this.

It's, uh... It's not here.

No, I suppose James is much smarter than that.

Bring him. Let's go.

Let's go!

Please...

I need your help.

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The leader, his name, I think was, uh...

Vasily, and, um, they... they called Billy "James"!

Okay, okay, okay, slow down, slow down.

You're safe now, all right?

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

I didn't want to disturb you but there was no one else

I could turn to.

Yeah, no, of course.

- Huh? - Oh, thank you.

Okay, did you call the police?

No! We can't call the police.

These men are definitely dangerous.

There's no telling what they would do to Billy

if they knew the police were involved.

- So, what do you want to do? - I don't know.

We need to find out everything about them.

Whatever Billy is mixed up in,

we have to figure out what that is, and...

You could track his phone, right?

- What? - So, so, Victoria...

I have to tell you something,

and you're not gonna like it.

You were looking into Billy.

- You know? - Yeah, I saw a text.

Darby and I had a horrible fight about it.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

No, no, no, no, it's fine.

Now I know you were just looking out for me.

Yeah. Look, the point is this.

I was tracking Billy's phone

and this was a long time ago, you know?

But he's got some sort of location blocker on it,

and it's...

very sophisticated.

Oh, no.

No, what are we gonna do? I...

Can you tell me everything that you have on Billy?

Yeah.

"Billy West" appears to be an alias,

but I found pretty clear evidence

that he's used other names.

Apparently "James" is one of them.

Uh-huh.

You know, I hacked into Interpol's audio files.

- Uh-huh? - This one's pretty interesting.

Okay.

All right...

Ugh!

What do you want?

Your text messages got me in a lot of trouble.

Alastair?

home... Can you hear me?

No, I can't. I can't really.

You're breaking up.

You need to come home. Billy's been kidnapped!

Kidnapped?! What?

- Is my mom okay? - Yes, she is safe.

A bunch of men broke in and they...

Billy...

Well, Alastair, I can't hear you.

Hello?

Ugh!

This is a waste of time. I can't understand anything!

It's impossible to tell what's true and what isn't!

Welcome to my world.

We have to go to Billy's house.

There must be something there that could tell us

what they were looking for.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Victoria, that is too dangerous!

I am not asking your permission!

And I'm not asking yours!

Okay, it's time to call the police.

Look, I'm here to help,

but I'm not gonna let you put your life at risk.

Yeah!

Okay, wait, wait, just let me get this straight, okay?

You witnessed a kidnapping and then waited, what,

three hours before calling the police?

If it were up to me, I would have waited another day.

A joke!

Wow, that's funny. She's funny, right?

How'd you like to be locked up for obstruction?

I'd probably still solve the case faster than you.

Easy, Victoria.

And who are you supposed to be?

I work in IT.

He's in IT.

You know, every time the Spencer Sisters show up,

- I get a migraine. - Oh.

Graham, do me a favour and get these two out of my crime scene.

Come on, Vic.

I see your allegiance is elsewhere.

We'll let ourselves out.

Huh.

Careful with that!

What do you... ?

Let's go.

Okay.

What did he say about it?

It's not so much what he said, it's what he did.

It's like he didn't want me to touch it.

This is strange.

These are torque screws.

It's very unusual.

Torque screws? Ugh...

What has Billy gotten himself mixed up in?

I hope he's okay.

Whoa...

What?!

- Whoa. - Those are...

Passports. Six of them.

- Oh my God. - All right, all right, all right.

You and Darby were right.

Billy was a fraud!

Well, you know, I wouldn't jump to conclusions.

Alastair, what other conclusion is there?

- I'm a fool! - Let's just check this out.

Nothing.

These all have the same passport number,

except for this one: "James Wolfe."

James, that's the name that thug, Vasily, called him.

That must be his real name.

James Wolfe...

"An art authenticator for a British museum

wanted in connection with the murder of a gallery owner in Brussels."

Murder? No, that... that's not possible.

It can't be him.

Oh, my...

Help!

Help!

Shall we try this again, James?

I already told you...

I don't know where The Alchemist is.

What, are you gonna... you gonna shoot me now?

Like Jason in Brussels?

I have a better idea.

Give me his phone.

Let's see.

Hmm?

Come on.

- Gah! - Nice.

Who's Victoria Spencer?

She's innocent. Leave her out of this.

Mm, not so innocent.

You've called her more than 100 times.

No, no!

No! No!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh! - Ugh!

- It's him! - Oh!

Billy, are you okay?

Hello, Victoria!

Who is this? And where is Billy?

I think you mean James?

He's fine, but what happens next depends on you.

Bring me The Alchemist by 6 pm tomorrow, or Billy,

or James, or whatever his name is this week, dies.

I'll send you the location.

But I don't know where it is.

- I-I don't... - 6 pm!

And if you speak to the police...

you'll never see him again.

Seems like I came home at the right time.

Thank God you're home, I was so worried.

Don't. I'm still mad at you.

I'm here for the case.

Of course. I would have expected no less.

So who's this "Alchemist"?

It's not a person.

We found all of these passports that Billy was using.

We think that his real name was James Wolfe.

He was an art authenticator.

What?

So "The Alchemist" is a work of art?

And Billy stole it? Or "James" did?

We're not sure.

We think it's more complicated than that.

Well, looks like there are a bunch of paintings here

called "The Alchemist." Look.

Everything from Dutch masters

to modern pictographs. But these are all in museums.

So why would these guys think Billy has it?

I don't know, but we need to talk to an art expert.

But who?

Hmph, "The Alchemist"!

The Elvis of the art world.

Every year, someone claims to have found it,

and invariably it's discovered to be a fake.

But what is it?

Oh, it's a painting in the Vermeer style

by an unknown artist of the Delft School.

Hmm, it was lost during the Second World War

when the Nazis raided several private collections.

Let me see...

Okay, listen, if it's so famous,

how come we couldn't find it?

Well, you were looking for it under the wrong name.

It's not actually called "The Alchemist."

That's just a nickname.

Now, where is it?

Ah, here we go.

There you are.

Its actual name is "Lady and Gentleman with Flagon."

It was nicknamed "The Alchemist"

because of the artist's incredible ability

to re-create light.

It was like they were creating gold out of lead paint.

Okay, but where is it?

We need to find this painting.

Uh, I'm sorry?

Billy was kidnapped

by a group of men who are after the painting.

They're holding him hostage until we turn it over to them.

Apparently Billy was lying to me.

He's really an art authenticator for a British museum

and he's implicated in the murder

of an art gallery owner in Brussels.

You...

were dating a murderer?

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, well, I suppose it's a lot less glamorous

in real life, no doubt.

At any rate, it makes sense.

I mean, art authenticators are frequently brought in

to vet private sales,

especially when stolen paintings are involved,

to make sure the buyer is getting

what they actually paid for.

It's a lucrative side business.

But if Billy really got away with "The Alchemist"...

it could be worth...

millions.

This is hopeless!

We may as well just throw darts at a map.

Not necessarily.

Billy clearly knew that Vasily and his men

would come after him one day.

I mean, if I were him,

I would keep my one piece of leverage close.

Duly noted, but it doesn't change the fact

that he lied to me, that he's an international art thief,

and perhaps a murderer,

and I don't even know his real name!

Okay, I get it.

You tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen.

That's not what I was gonna say!

Okay, then some version of "I told you so."

I was going to say...

I'm sorry.

But you've ruined it now.

If it's any consolation, I was off the mark, too.

I thought he was trying to steal your money.

I wish he had.

Instead, he just... stole my heart.

Lucas?

Oh, no...

No, no, no!

Oh, fff...

Lucas!

Hey!

The wink emoji?

You've got game, Spencer.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

That text was meant for Des.

Ah, yeah.

How are you doing?

Since my near-fatal injection last time that we hung out, you mean?

Yeah, that wasn't totally my fault, per se...

Well, I'm good.

I'm back at work. On the night shift, no less.

I'm surprised Lindsay left you out of her sight.

She seemed pretty worried.

Yeah.

But, you know, life goes on.

She's out buying confetti bombs for the wedding right now.

Confetti bombs?

Yeah, she wants it to rain down confetti all over the crowd

once it's official, and then...

Yeah, don't get me started. It's a whole thing.

Okay!

- You okay? - Me?

Yeah. Um... sure.

I dunno, things are kind of...

hard these days.

"No masterpiece was ever created by a lazy artist."

What?

It's what my dad used to say to me

when I was in my residency.

I was working 90 hours a week. I was worried about flunking.

I found it super annoying at the time,

but later it kinda made sense.

Masterpiece.

Darby?

Are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

You just gave me an idea.

I gotta go!

Mom, why would Billy frame this photo of you?

Oh, I don't know. Because he was fond of me?

Plus, I do look great.

- "A true masterpiece." - Well, okay, fine.

He sometimes went overboard...

No, but that's a really weirdly specific word

to describe somebody.

A "masterpiece"? Who says that?

I don't know, it depends upon the person.

Okay, yes, yes, I get it.

You think that there's a clue about the painting.

I do.

Where was this photo taken?

Our first date.

At Antonio's.

Antonio! Oh, thank goodness you're here.

Victoria, Darby, what... what is it?

Uh, there's no time to explain!

Ah, no, there's nothing here!

What are you looking for?

Did you forget something?

No, I...

Do these tables get moved around ever?

All the time.

Doesn't make sense.

It wouldn't be something movable.

It would be fixed, like permanent.

Does Billy ever come here on his own?

Billy? Every morning.

He's the first one here before the morning rush.

Where does he sit?

He always orders a double espresso and sits right...

here.

Oh my gosh...

There's something here!

What is it?

I don't know, it's taped.

Ah, it's a key.

Except we have no idea what it opens.

Speak for yourself.

I have one just like it.

It's for a security deposit box at the Bank of Alder Bluffs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You want to break into a safety deposit box at the bank?

Don't be so dramatic!

We are not gonna break in. They are going to let us in!

Why would they ever do that?

Because I'm one of their best customers.

Oh my God, if that is not the voice of privilege,

I don't know what is.

Relax! Bryn Martell pulled off a similar gag

in my sixteenth book, "The Actuary's Abduction."

Okay, first of all, Bryn Martell...

don't freak out... is made up.

So when she gets caught, she just has to seduce

the prison guard or something.

Well, actually, it was a penal colony,

and she had to convince the ferryman.

Thank you.

Mom, if you and I get caught,

we have to face very not-made-up consequences.

What about Billy?

If we don't recover that painting by 6 pm,

Vasily is going to kill him.

- How is that for consequences? - Ugh...

If this goes badly, I'm not sharing a cell with you!

Victoria Spencer! How lovely to see you again.

I'm a big fan of your mother's work.

My favourite is "The Actuary's Abduction."

Oh, yeah! That one is...

unbelievable!

Yes! Oh, well, actually,

we're in a bit of a rush, so I...

Oh, you haven't been here for a while,

so I don't think you know, but we have a new policy.

Um, we take the key and we bring the box to you now.

It's more secure. And, uh, can you believe it?

Some people were trying to access the wrong box!

Crazy!

Well, that sounds really complicated and time-consuming,

so we should probably reschedule.

Oh, it'll just take an extra second.

- Do you have your key? - Mm-hm.

Box number 55, as I recall?

Georgina, you're so smart!

Well, actually, um, I got another one, 136.

It's my lucky number,

and Blair set me up with it so...

Oh, I see.

Blair.

Well, I'll have to speak with her since, of course,

she should have checked with me first.

I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Mm-hm...

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

She's gonna go talk to Blair after this!

No! Blair and Georgina hate each other.

I have been observing them for years.

This is a bank!

These are people who work here.

They're not characters in your novel!

- Well, they could be. - Oh, pfft...

Here you are, box 136.

Oh!

I'm sorry. I'll leave you to it.

I can't believe that worked!

Holy cow!

Do you think that's "The Alchemist"?

We don't have time to check.

Wait, there's something else here.

Grab it, let's go.

So, is anyone going to open it?

- Okay, I will. - Right.

I will.

Phew!

Whoa...

It's beautiful.

Help me with it.

Careful.

Oh my gosh, that should be in a museum.

Whoa, you should take a look at this.

That's the guy that took Billy!

Vasily Kosikov.

He lives in London.

He's the son of a Russian oligarch and he inherited

his father's private equity group.

What's that file, the video file?

- Open that. - Yeah.

That's "The Alchemist."

That must be the sale that Billy was hired to authenticate.

Wait, what's going on here?

Wait... what?

Yeah, whoa...

Whoa, oh my God!

Oh my God.

Whoa!

You see, Billy isn't a murderer.

Well, it's not entirely evident from that video.

It's not enough proof to clear his name.

It's probably why he didn't turn himself in.

Yeah, he's on the run from both the law and Vasily.

Yeah.

Anyway, we have the painting.

- We have to contact Vasily. - What?!

Mom, you can't just walk up to a guy who kills people

and turn over a stolen painting.

Well, I agree, it's not ideal...

"Not ideal"?

Not ideal is running out of toothpaste.

This is a lot bigger than that.

Well, then what do you propose?

I propose that we go to the police

and we tell them everything.

Yes, she's right, Victoria.

No, Vasily explicitly said not to do that!

And why would we go to all the trouble to get this painting

if we weren't gonna make the trade?

- Look, I know you're upset... - Billy's life is at stake!

And your life, and mine!

We can bargain. I can convince them.

You can't convince them. You're delusional!

Is this about the fight that we had and the secret

- that I kept from you? - Are you serious right now?

There is no way, under any circumstances,

that I am letting you put yourself in harm's way.

End of story.

I'm calling Zane.

Victoria...

Yep, okay.

Yep, okay, yep!

Stolen painting, false passports, Nazi looters?

Yes, and we're still filling in the details.

But we were able to get into Billy's safety deposit box.

How?

Is that really what matters right now, Detective?

Oh, so we're back to this, are we?

We found this.

Go ahead.

Uh...

Just be careful with it 'cause it's...

it's fragile.

Right.

Is this some sort of joke?

Oh, no...

Mom? Mom!

You've reached Victoria Spencer.

Shoot!

"Sorry, darling, but I had no choice.

"PS, There's potato salad in the fridge."

What?

Okay...

Messages, messages...

"Billy, are you okay? I have it."

"Come alone."

Oh my God.

Ah, that's funny.

Real funny. Who did this?

Huh?

Ah...

Detective, you got a minute?

Yeah.

I've been looking into Darby's claims

about a stolen painting...

It seems there actually is a missing painting nicknamed

"The Alchemist" and the story she told about the murder

in Brussels is true as well.

You know, let me stop you right there, Graham.

I don't want anything to do with those two,

and neither should you.

Look, I hear you, but I know Darby

and she has good instincts.

I thought you two were on the outs.

It's... temporary.

Look, you want to be a good detective, Graham?

Yeah.

Then you need to figure out where your loyalties lie.

You understand?

Yes.

Hey, Des.

Hey, I didn't hear back from you.

Is Billy okay? And your mom?

Oh, you know, she always makes a big deal out of everything.

Listen, can I call you back later?

Sure. Uh, everything okay?

Yeah.

I just want you to know that the last few months

have been really special and I'm glad we reconnected.

Ah, me too.

I just wanted you to know that.

- Take care, okay? - Okay.

Hey.

Hey! What are you doin' here?

Well, my meetings finished early so I thought I'd drop by.

I have news!

Kyle called me into his office.

We have another class action lawsuit,

500 million in damages.

He asked me to be first chair again.

Starting next week.

What about the wedding?

You know, with everything that's been going on, I...

I started to think maybe...

we should...

postpone?

- Until spring. - Postpone?

What do you mean "with everything that's going on"?

Lucas, face it.

You know things have been different between us

ever since...

I feel like I'm forcing you into this.

You are not forcing me into this.

Then tell me not to take the litigation.

Tell me not to, and I won't.

Uh...

Well...

I guess that's my answer.

No, Lindsay. Lindsay, no.

I have to work late tonight.

Don't wait up.

What are you doing here?

Zane, you need to hear this.

Hi, Lucas.

If anything happens to me, if you don't hear from me again,

I just want you to know how much you mean to me.

How much you've always meant.

Take care!

I tried calling her back; she won't pick up.

I tracked down Alastair. He traced both their phones.

Alastair, Vic's tech guy?

Yeah, he's outside.

Darby and Victoria are heading south towards Hamilton.

What the hell is going on?

Okay!

What do you think I'm hiding, a Kalashnikov?

Billy!

James! I...

I don't know what to call you! I'm so glad you're safe!

I can't believe you came. You shouldn't have!

Well, nonsense. I wasn't gonna let you die!

You don't understand. he's gonna kill us both!

You better have my painting.

Is that my painting?

- Of course. - Let's see it.

I can't believe it!

I never thought I would see it again!

I'm not much into the Dutch School,

but I have to admit, it's rather special.

- Now hand it to me. - No, uh-uh!

Excuse me, we had a deal.

Release Billy first.

I admire your fortitude, Ms. Spencer.

But I'm afraid I have to change the terms.

You have cost me two years of my life.

The only mercy I'm going to show you is killing you before I kill her!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Stop!

- What are you doing? - It's very flammable...

Untie him, now!

I sure hope you know what you're doing.

Okay, this is how it's gonna go!

We're gonna back away slowly. You're gonna put your guns down.

You, handsy guy!

You're gonna follow us to the car.

Victoria? Small problem...

Big problem...

I'll take that painting now.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Stop!

Easy.

You're gonna wanna hear what I have to say.

Who are you?

I'm Special Agent Bryn Martell

from the Interpol Art Recovery Program.

And that painting is a fake!

What are you talking about?

This is Harriet Wingate-Pomeroy,

one of the foremost art forgers in the world.

She's been working with James for six months

to create a perfect replica of "The Alchemist,"

indistinguishable from the original.

- Yes, and I... - Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Harriet, don't even think about it.

We're doing this by the book.

By the book...

You understand?

The point is, no one has to die today.

I have the original "Alchemist" in this bag,

recovered from Harriet's studio this morning.

And what's stopping me from just shooting you as well

and taking both of the paintings?

You won't do that, because if I don't contact my supervisor

in the next five minutes,

the police are gonna lock down this whole area

and trap you like a rat.

How lucky do you feel?

Or there's another option.

I propose a trade.

You give me Harriet and James,

two of Interpol's most wanted criminals,

and 2 million euros,

transferred to my bank account in Geneva,

and in exchange, I will not only give you "The Alchemist,"

I will tell my supervisor that you and I never saw each other.

And how do I know the real painting is in there?

See for yourself.

Everybody on the ground now!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - On the ground now!

Thank you. You saved my life.

It felt like you could use a win.

And you read my first book,

"The Lepidopterist's Liability."

That's how she knew that Harriet Wingate-Pomeroy

had a duffel bag full of butterflies!

Well, to be honest, I read the Wikipedia summary

after Candace gave me the book.

But I will read it in full...

I promise.

No. Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. No... No, uh...

No, no, not a problem at all.

Okay, so they want to fly me to Ottawa next week

to meet with Interpol...

and Scotland Yard.

Huh, wow. I'm sorry about that, sir.

What? No. No, no, this is fantastic news.

This is the kind of arrest

that's gonna launch my career to the next level.

And of course, I'll mention how grateful I am for your assistance!

I'm so sorry that this has to end like this.

Me too, but I have to answer for my role in all of this.

I can't run anymore.

I understand.

Everything on the surface was a lie.

But everything I felt for you...

was real.

In all my travels,

you are the place in the world that I love the most.

Will we see each other again?

Who knows what the future holds.

Billy!

Alastair, thank you so much!

Zane told me you were the reason they found us!

I know you risked so much. Thank you!

Victoria, Victoria, I, um...

I-I, um...

I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time,

now, I, um...

have taken up pickleball, huh!

And... we should...

we should play!

Okay...

Yeah! All right.

Lucas! I'm so sorry I called you.

I'm so embarrassed. I...

I don't know what I was thinking.

I shouldn't have left that message

and I don't know what I...

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I...

I should not have done that.

Tread carefully.

You might not like everything you find in there.

I think I'm ready for it.

Mom, I really wish you would have told me about Dad.

I would have acted differently.

I didn't realize how much you sacrificed just to protect

this image that I had of him,

and how much crap you took from me because of it.

Ah...

You didn't deserve that.

That's why I think you should go on this book tour.

What?

If you don't go, and it's because of me,

then I'm just doing the exact same thing that he did:

I'm holding you back from reaching your fullest potential.

But I'm not even sure I want to go.

It's months on the road, and I have to pack

all my shoes and...

Even if you don't want to go, you should go.

What about the agency?

The agency will be here when you get back.

And I will be, too.

Okay, let's not go crazy here...

Thank you.

I'll call Sarita.

Good.

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